The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-05-11

was in Alice's hand. had asked her
to play something-my last request.
"Yes," said Mr. Yewburton, do"
She began to play "Robin Affair.""
then initiating Mr.. Yewburton, she
broke off, and made the violin wall
out her feelings, which were those OF
intense sorrow. Mr.. Yewburton lis
tened critically, / thought, at first,
but when a few moments had passed,
and looked across at him, he was
wholly absorbed in looking through
the opening between the curtain and
the wall-at lady by the gate.
No wonder man like Mr.. Yewbur-
ton was looking there. The lady lis
tening to Alces music, which floated
into the quiet, sun-steeped street,
standing beside bath-chair, and bend
ing over che invalid with an express
sion OF tender reverence, was an en-
chanting picture. "Ah!" l said to
myself, ~ would that Mr.. ,Yewburton
knew her. I wish he wouldget to know
her-become enthralled inher beauty
(which seemed unusually striking and
leave my Alice to me-"
Within twenty.four hours after that.
Mr.. YewbuHon was talking to that
very woman, was smiling in her face
That afterH Don | called al, Mrs.
Ashbury's again. 1t was my last day
the last witt Alice forever. Who
shall blame met
Alice was eneag -i--she was engaged
in conversation with that very lady,
and when she had gone / learned her
mission. She had come to beg as q
great fay ''iss Ashbury would
take he evening and play
for an sister, a lady who
was az o, in fact, was dy'
ing.
Alice vhe invalid's carriage
stop in the morning, and was touched
with pity then. Now she was over
whelmed with sympathy. She would
come certainly; she had IN engage
ment. but she would put it off. She
would be there at yeven.
At seven she was Mt the gate OF the
invalid's apartments, and was with
her Il tell you AGAIN. it was my last
day). In about an houc she cane out,
but not the Alice OF old-not the
Alice / had known these last three
weeks. She did not speak, she did
not smile; she hardly looked at me.
"Alice-Alice, what is it?"
"t'm ILL.," she said; "let us hasten
home" "Must l 20 away" l cried,
unable longer to control my passion
ate, HOPELESS love, before the lamp was
lighted and as the gasping, Pickering
freight threw its titful lights and
shadows on the sad face OF Alice, who
sank crying into the first chair she
reached; "must go away tomorrow,
and forever?'
"No," she sobbed; "you mustn't.
You must not go at all. Oh, Harold!
Harold do you really love me, or is
it a fancy? What cruel, bad world
this isl"
/ cannot tell you what I replied,
reader. 1t would not read well, II |
remembered; but | know soon men
toned the name OF Mr.. Yewburton.
81 shall never see Mr.. Yewburton
again." she said "never assin--never'
/ was stunned-I was bewildered-l
was delighted, but many minutes pass
ell before ! was curious.
Hall an hour later the lamp was
still unlighted; the fire leaped up feebly
in it's last frantic effort to keep alive,
but no one needed it could 90 out; all
the lights OF Westmouth could have
gone out. | was unconscious OF sur
roundings; externals had become an
initiated; time had vanished-for
Alice was in my arms, and was wild
Will. joy. D..
1t was large, luxurious, costly de-
corated room, where that wan, sad,
woman lay in the subdued sweet
tinted light, and looked fixedly into
Alice's face, which was wet with tears.
"Child," said the invalid, cit is not
your fault-it is not your fault. II
did not know that the healthy and the
lovely shrink from the cold lips OF the
dying. / would ask you to come near
and let me kiss you"
Now Alice was bending over the
sufferers couch, her lovely face like
an illuminated passage from some
old book of devotions, and her hot
tears streaming down on those white
withered hands which clasped her
own.
"Ah, you are very beautiful. and
once he thought me beautiful; but now
| am dying-I shall die before autumn,
and he will be glad. l came to West
mouth when the doctors said / must
not be moved, because wished to see
you'll wished to save you. Philip
Yewburtonl-I will not upbraid him
he was to be my husband, we were TO
have been married six months ago,
and now shall soon be dead; but /